Shahzoda Samarghandi (Nazarova, 1975) was born in Samarkand, Uzbekistan (Soviet Union) is a young Tajik poet, writer and journalist. She is one the founders of the first Tajik TV program “Chashme Del” (1998) in Samarkand after the collapse of Soviet Union. Nazarova published two Persian novels: “Syndrome Stockholm” by “Khavaran” in Paris, 2011 (Second edition was published in 2012 by H&S Media) and “Motherland” (Zamine Madaran) London, in 2013 by “H&S Media”. Motherland has been translated into Cyrillic and Arabic scripts.
Poetry "Dialogue with West"
Excerpt1 Here I am, limited and wrapped by my own hair. Skillfully trained to be invisible and necessary as air. Here I am, master of painfully losing art. Willingly posing my chest to your daily dart. Here I am, forty years young, A woman, seven steps beyond. Too shy to shine and burning brine I have learned to wear only in my eye the diamond. Mines, under my fit. Rockets, on top of my roof… Ooofff … I am sorry, am I talking too much The staff you dont want to hear as such? Dicta, dictor, dictatorship is a still high iron wall between our friendship Should I wait till it also collapses Or we should keep massaging overlaps… …But I promise, one day If North wind will not delay I hope to dare to say, That only word I was hiding Behind my tongue Since I was utterly young. and I will end growing in, and I will start growing wild. Here I am, too tamed, And times are up to shout That only word I was hiding behind my tongue Since I was simply strong. Here I am, storm in a cattle Coffee in a cup each morning for you. Not so hot, not so cold As golden green tea Each evening for you. Here I am, in the frame Of broken tranquility of yours eternally guilty. 21 sept 2015 3 Central Asia Pregnant mountain, Stillbirths, dried rivers, drained Lake. Deep scratches of cotton fields has wounded your skin at ease. Ultimate Sun goes down I sink into illusion of Peace in Town A nation is suffering from autoimmune disease. 14 Optimism is my receipt to obtain From 24 hour service local pharmacy Today. Pessimism my point A Through Magical realism I need to crowl To my desired point B To My goal The optimist to be. My DNA is bond however to sadly neglected naturalism You anxiously sweat from Whatever .. ism. Give me a break Give me a right to refuse Give me a slightest choice decide I am not ordinary girl with fuss. I still remember how devoted I have kissed The Deep red color flag Of communism. With heavily loaded Kalashnikov in my feast Manipulated ridiculous organism. 24/9/15 18 She was but she has no name Crying no longer helps Shouting will do a bit, but have you got a strength? -Could you, please, stop insisting My Dear Friend? I told you: I can’t…. and any way…. What is the use of eating well When you’re saying to your unborn Beautiful BABY: Farewell 20 You are genius’ I would say sitting on his lap every single day. You are father, breadwinner, driver communist, believer and fighter against already dead nazist, against imaginary alien enemies. You are strong and never wrong, serious, ambitious and wiser. ‘He is a true genius, I would say thinking of him whole night and day. ‘You have it all in your genies Told me my father one day The day I have never betray. My girl,- he said, you are on the contrary my hope, my genies’, but I had doubt and I looked down and said imprimis ‘I dont have a penis’ like my brother. But You have God’s habits, you have womb You have for entire future room. ‘I dont want to be like mother I dont wan to be just a Mother My brother…’ My girl, you can be phenomenally better off That your brother can’t even dream of You can be more than a genies You are Almighty’s phenomena and he has given you much more than a penis. 21 I am the fire, not a flower, you have been reciting thousand centuries purposefully repeated Let me correct it I am the fire, not a reason of fire, let me correct your intentionally over imposed desire I am not a flower! I am not even cause to fear and have no relation to it not even near it’s your seed deeped in my soil for centuries, you still wonder why it is blossoming in your own soul? Yes I am the fire you have been scared Through history of your mankind The fire, which will end to all your slavering ideas ending with ... ism rising of my belated Womanhood Will pull you out of my native wood You no longer can hide behind green leaves and robb my sound and spirit for good. 23 Humans we are You say Speech is golden, silence is silver, We say Silence is Gold, Speech is the killer You promote democracy, we have to deal hard Every day with damned procrastination and guard. You have deadlines to reach, you have your child to teach We for dead bodies of our children in border lines beseech You sleep in feathery soft bed, we swing in seabeds You protest, we get everyday guns pointed in our heads. Humans we are, humans we are in two different parts of the Earth, One blessed with joy, one hunted as harts Wind is blowing, hey human on other part, stay awake, stay on shore, My child’s dead body will be swimming on your seaside door. (for refugees we are all) 18 oct 2015 24 New wave of Sacrifice In my land everyone carries a sack of grain On their shoulders each day and each second They carry the heavy borden of being - hood when it’s empty the heavier it gets, I reckon, When nothing you have to carry to cheer your baby Your own body weight will be the heaviest Grave to carry on, to bury on and on and on Come on my enemy what is that you want Me to do, so you can balance my basic needs To survive, not to thrive I will sell my soul To your demonish Mental Impairment Possess me O demon, recruit me, O my enemy, Safe my child, stagnate me, my wested destiny. 27 Cotton kids When you are born in a cotton fields When your nursery is Cotton field When you are dragged from your school To labour in Cotton field From your operation table, From your job let it be a nurse, a teacher, a doctor, a PhD holder or even a professor to labour in Cotton field When your wedding is postponed, terminated to harvest your best In Cotton field Even you, my dear contemporary Can be easely cotton minded Cotton kids.